Moving World blinded by Light and Color

I am new, in a world made of connections, but I forget. The feeling you get when you see the first stroke on the blank canvas keeps on amazing me. I do the things I have to do, walk on the grass, look at the sky and connect a facet of a reality. I can’t remember the things I’ve connected, and can’t forget the things discovered. I wish I can remember that, but I am new, so the first stroke of light amazes me